to sift through them. And that is what I was doing when Rosario arrived.
“This looks interesting. What on earth are you digging into now?” Rosario had begun to sort through the newspaper photocopies.
“This has to do with one of the displays at the Museum of Mystery. It’s in the room about local histories.” I picked up a newspaper advertisement of Andalyn Dixon modeling the latest in summer hats from her last year of life. Showing it to Rosario, I asked, “Do I look like her?”
Rosario took the article and held it up to the brightly-lit chandelier above the table. “Oh, my, you certainly do. Shannon, is this an ancestor of yours?”
“Not that I am aware of. But I cannot help but to feel a connection to her.”
“Is it because of the strong resemblance that you are interested in her?”
“No. Long story short is that yesterday, on Halloween night, I was with Alex at the fund-raiser at the cemetery and we were stationed near this woman’s grave. She died under suspicious circumstances and she was only twenty-one years old. And then, when I saw an exhibit of her at the museum, well, I could not help myself. Seeing a wax mannequin of Andalyn Dixon at the museum was the first time I had any idea of the physical resemblance between us.”
“Oh, and what was suspicious about her death?” Rosario asked.
“Rosario, it was reported that Andalyn Dixon was scared to death.”
“Oh phooey, no person can be scared to death. You don’t really believe that do you?” Now she was looking directly into my eyes, peering at me.
“I believe that a clever-enough person who wanted Andalyn dead could make her death appear so, that he or she could make it seem as if Andalyn died from sheer terror.”
“Murder. Plain and simple. Shannon Delaney, how is it you get drawn into these cold-case murder cases? Why, theses newspaper articles date back to over a hundred years ago. How in the world are you going to dig up the facts on this case?” Rosario’s query wasn’t so much a question as it was an accusation.
“You know, a little encouragement in this case would go a long way, Rosario. Really, considering all the facts so far, I do not believe that this situation regarding the death of Andalyn is a mere coincidence.”
“Oh, okay dear. I just shudder to think what your mother would say. Me, her best friend in all the world, allowing her only daughter to investigate such unsavory situations.” Rosario sighed and gave me hug. “Well, maybe a little dinner will provide for a more suitable topic of conversation. What shall we have for dinner, would you like to step out for a bite?”
I glanced at my watch. “I put in an order for pizza at Filippi’s, it will be ready in a few minutes. I’ll go pick it up and while I’m there, I’ll get two side salads. How about that?”
“Make it three salads, Alex changed his mind and is bringing his things over. I’ll go get the pizza and I’ll call Alex on my way.”
“Thanks Rosario. I’ll pick up this stuff.”
“Oh, no need to dear, we’ll just keep it informal and eat in the kitchen. I’ll be right back. Listen for the kitchen door, I suspect Alex will come in that way.”
Rats! Rosario got away before I could ask why Alex had changed his mind. I scrambled to put all the newspapers articles and photocopies about Andalyn Dixon away.
“What are you up to?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around and t here was Alex “You startled me. I did not hear you come in. ”
Alex stepped up to the table and began perusing the materials. “I came in as Rosario was going out. Hey, this is great information, where did you get it?” He was holding the same newspaper article that Rosario had last looked at. He held it up to my face. “Remarkable resemblance. When did you realize that you look like Andalyn?”
I gently extracted the article from his hand and neatly stacked it with the others. Then I slid all the materials back into the large file folder they